i can tell ya i love whiting more than most the other fish for eating .my nan used to call it hospital fish as it was light enough for sick folks to digest . i used to catch a hundred a night ,,,,TRUTH in the docks at grimsby when i was a kid .all sizes we took em home n left em in the stone sink in the outhouse n my mom n nan used to have em split and smoking by the time we had to get to school ,that used to feed us through winter and i used to get my share of the sales they made in the town ( louth )selling to the locals .afore i come home in the morning on them nights i would go by the pontoon in the fish docks and scour the decks of the trawlers for any crabs etc also i used to kick the great big lumps of ice that had been brushed together around the sorting tables and grab the fish the sorters dropped or threw to one side as it may have had a crushed tail or summat .all this used to go home .i remember one time in august time we had the sand eel boats ( snibbys siene trawlers ) catching tonnes of these little fish and i got a job on a saturday of helping to empty them we had a huge pipe went down the hold and it sucked these out into a fish meal wagon . now the trick with this werk was to get the hatch open asap and jump in crawling among all these sand eels and grab as many of the large cod hadock dogfish or whatever was on the top .this was fresh so was a great bonus to the gobbers ( me and my mates who got stinking doing this werk ) home this went with a £20 note for the days werk stinking to high hell i can tell ya a bus ride was out the question to louth and the bike ride was a good 16 miles .but coming home with a bag of fish and a nice crisp £20 was sunshine in my moms eyes , i wonder now how many tons of the eels we shifted as now they are protected as being scarce , the boats held by the way 100 tons of this fishmeal fodder ,,,,,,,,,
oooops off topic a mile there :roll: